• I lay in bed for hours, reaching, stretching as far as possible for the little butterfly hanging sweetly on my wall. My tears soak the pillow, and I can't seem to stop moving. The lyrics to our song play repeatedly through my head, and your smile won't leave my mind. I turn over, hoping to see your beautiful, sleeping self, only to cry harder when I see a blank wall. I reach out, trying to find your hand, that always found me when I was having a nightmare or had a bad day, always brought comfort and warmth to help me sleep in peace, but nothing was found. I reach again and again, grasping at the empty air in front of that butterfly. I sing, when I can't remember your voice, I sing, and dream of you singing with me, on that beautiful day out on the hot tub, when we found the most wonderful lyrics. I'll cry for hours, singing the same three lines over and over again, until I cry my self to sleep. I dream of you, of you walking away. And again, as I wake up to the alarm clock, I'll shed a tear as I realize my hand is outstretched, looking for that place of peace and comfort. Without you, the days seem long, and dreary, and when I come home, and don't hear your voice, or see your beautiful face, I will shed another tear. Home just isn't home without you.